[Her fingers trace along a scar in the membrane of Kurth's mainsail.] I'm glad this healed... [He turns his head to nose her chest, seemingly returning a similar sentiment.] Ha, you old worrywort. It doesn't even ache in the cold anymore...

// gonna start redoing all my pinned tweets, realizing that my mun name will not show up in my bio if I have someone blocked. But I'm at work rn, so it'll have to wait. But for those of you not in the know. I do have a handy list x.com/i/lists/767128…

💧 Please tell me I misheard

... I do not hate you. [Sighs] Keep him well away from me, if you must have him in your roster

[Saddling Kurth.] If you need me today. Don't.

[Scratching Kurth under the chin.] It's a wonder you turned out as friendly as you did, the more I hear about wild wyverns. [Beginning to wonder if the poor thing wasn't orphaned, but instead abandoned.]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ The hillsides ring with ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Free the people!" ⠀⠀⠀I'm hearing music from ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ another time. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

For legal reasons and lack of artwork I will not be going baby mode

[Scratching Kurth under the chin.]

[Looking at the calendar.] I uh. Missed my birthday. Oops.

Good morning.

Oh, has it been that long?

Mother's day... I don't remember mine And my son... [Her expression falls.]